When I saw this in my e-mail this morning, before I got up to do what I normally do on a Sunday, I kind of giggled to myself.
I guess I don’t see it in the context it is said. Let me break it down for you. First of all, I am lucky to have a glass to put anything in, because there are plenty of people out there that do not even own a glass.
If the glass is half empty, then I have a bunch more to cherish and enjoy. If the glass is half full, then I am doing pretty good, and still have a bunch more to cherish and enjoy. So either way you look at it, I am Blessed for having the glass and it being either “half empty” or “half full”.
It’s all in how you look at it…..
Today was a special day for me. While I may not have appreciated it at the time, when I look and reflect upon my day. It was a Blessing.
I went over and did some stuff at the Farmer’s, I was in the process of getting up Momma, when we got the call, that Caregiver Beth was sick. With some quick scrambling, it was arranged I would come back and put Momma to bed. This will be our schedule for the next couple of days. I’m ok with it.
Momma and I were talking earlier today about her paintings, you see, my Momma is an artistic soul. She draws and has painted some seriously awesome paintings. I asked her, if she wanted me to go down to the basement and bring some of her paintings up. “Yes, please” was the reply.
I went back tonite, and then after fixing the Farmer some left-overs redone, I went down to the basement and found a painting that Momma had painted. I brought it upstairs, and after reading Momma one of the “Christmas letters” they have received from friends of old, I showed her the painting she had made. There was a little discussion about it, simply because the date on it reads, what I thought was 1996, nope, I was wrong.
It was 1986, and I’m here to tell you, My Momma ROCKS, I wanted to take a picture of this picture she painted, but I did not have my camera. So, I will follow up this post simply with pictures, she has drawn, painted and otherwise. Momma is truly an artist, and I’m not just saying that, I’m serious.
Sometimes, life throws you curve balls, the choice is whether you “fly” with them, or you simply lay dawn.
Guess what? I’m not laying down….I’m flying on the seat of my pants for this one folks….
Yesterday, the Farmer and I got busy with Christmas. While I have already put up a fiber optics tree, with no ornaments. I found a 3 feet tree in the basement, that I tried to negotiate with him, to bring it to my house to put up in my basement. Well…that was a no go, and it is now put up in his living room where Momma can see it.
We put it on the coffee table, and then went downstairs to try to find some ornaments to go on it. After searching through a bunch of boxes, and a bunch of memories, we found some ornaments.
My Grandma B. used to make Christmas ornaments. I was looking for a specific memory. My Grandma had made some Christmas ornaments that I truly cherished. It was a robin made out of red ribbon. After searching through some boxes of ornaments, and finding 3 of my own Christmas stockings from different times of my life, we found some ornaments that I had made when I was a kid.
I was a little surprised, I remembered making them. The fact that I had signed my name on the bottom of the ornament really shocked me. When I asked the Farmer, “You kept these?” with disbelief on my face, he laughed.
We continued with our search, it was truly a trip down memory lane for me. We slowly decorated the tree, and both of us, kind of smiled different smiles at different things. The Farmer has some Christmas decorations from when he was a kid, and they mean something to him, I can kind of relate after seeing somethings I haven’t seen in years.
While we were searching, the flock of robins emerged, but unfortunately, there is only one red ribbon robin left. The Farmer told me to take it and put it on my tree, but something in me told him, “nah Dad, it’s yours this year, but I’m taking it after Christmas.”.
While we were decorating the tree, we talked about some past memories, I told him the first memory I had, was when we lived in Rancho Bernardo, California, and we lived in a house, the first Christmas we were there, I had gotten up and opened up everyone’s presents. I remember this, and the fact that the next Christmas we had, there was a gate to go into the living room, and I could not reach the hook to go into the living room. He laughed and said “well..after the past year what did you expect?” Folks, this is a memory when I was 5 years old. That is exactly 46 years ago….
I can so remember decorating the Christmas Tree with the Farmer so many years of my life. There were a bunch that we did not do together, because I had started my own family, and did some things different, but then I came home, and we did things together again.
Christmas was never truly a “BIG” holiday in our house. But I seem to have a bunch of memories of some really good times. Since I have been with the Electrician, I have seen some miracles at Christmas, last year being one of them.
Last Christmas, all’s I wanted was for Momma to make it through it and be ok. Christmas Eve of last year, Momma was discharged from the hospital into the Nursing home, for recovery to be released home when she was ready.
Momma came home, and has been with us all year. Forgive me for a second because Momma told me she would not be with me for this Christmas, but guess what? She’s still here and plugging along, so maybe, just maybe, it’s gonna be ok.
Day 13, I am thankful…for my Husband….While I have already been thankful for him, Today, I am Thankful FOR him. After a very long day, he is my Sun shining on me when I get home. I cannot say how much he means to me, and what he does for me.
Day 14…. I am Thankful for God‘s creatures that bring me peace. After having a rough day, emotional wise, I watched 3 deer in a field, playing, and swishing their tails, and just enjoying everything. It truly brought me a calm and peace, I never thought possible.
I am Thankful for a bunch of different things, these are the one’s that I thought about when I was thinking what I would post. There are not enough words to explain, what each of them mean to me.
Let me just say, On day 14 of the month of Thankful , there are so many things I would like to say, but sometimes, I just can’t find the words.
I may have repeated some of my Thankful things, but they are truly something I am REALLY thankful for.
Day 15… I am thankful for Doctors….after taking Cam-man to the Doctor today, and getting medicine that will make him feel better, I am Thankful, he will be back to his normal self soon.
Well ..the last piece of candy has been given out and the last trick or treat’er has left to go home.
Before the spookiness started though, I had a semi-rough day, and was rewarded, by my Electrician cooking me dinner. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but to me a man in the kitchen is kinda sexy. Not to mention I got to take a nice relaxing shower and not have to worry about anything.
I arrived at the dinner table, squeaky clean, and refreshed. I was served chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy and sweet corn. Now to be honest, I have tried to make white gravy, and chicken fried steak, and I seriously suck at it. Since this is one of the main dinners he makes that is “slap yo Momma good”. I just let him make it, and I do the dishes.
With dinner over, and dishes done, we got ready for all the little trick or treats to arrive at our door. We had a few, and then a little Cowboy arrived with his posse. He even had a gun and horse. We have determined that this little stinker is just to cute for words, so, here’s some pictures to explain….
Little Man came into our house, giggling the whole way. He sat down so Papa could take his picture. He had to show me, he could ride his horse…
He kind of just bounced on it but we all laughed and he laughed too. Little Cowboy wanted some of his candy, so I opened up his smarties, and he went for it.
This is Cam-man with his Momma and other Grandma. they were his “posse”. But when his Momma grabbed him, he just giggled!
Here he wanted to share his candy, and then rode his horse, who made noises like a horse and had us all giggling!!!!
He was so totally different this year trick or treating from last year…. last year, he had no concept. This year he actually knocked on the doors, said Trick or Treat, and then when he got treats, he said “Thank You” plain as day. What a kid….
He truly loved the horse though, it made noises like a horse and he bounced on that thing. We all said it should be a kangaroo, simply for the fact how he bounced on it.
I stuffed his pockets in his shirt with candy and told him that was his “secret stash”. I had to laugh when he left though. He was walking out the front door, screaming “BYE, BYE” “YOU TOO”. Papa chased him out the door and he got rattled and dropped his horse and ran screaming in the night. His Mama found him and loaded him up into the car, and I stood at the door, waving and said “Bye Cam-man, LOVE YOU” he got into the car and screamed out “BYE, YOU TOO”. That’s lil dude’s way of saying Love you too. Hope y’all had a good one and Happy Halloween.
I have been having a discussion with some ladies that I have known for about 34 years, if not longer. Let me back track just a bit, first off I am 4’11” tall, while everyone else grew up, well God must have thought I was the perfect size. Simply for the fact I topped out at age 14, and while everyone said I would have a “growth spurt“, the only one I’ve had is out, instead of up.
When I was younger, I used to wear heels ALL the time. Working in an office and wearing “fancy” clothes. Somewhere along the line, I got burned out with that office job and went for a career change. I decided I wanted to work in the food Industry.
I went from being a waitress, to cooking, Manager of a Restaurant, to becoming the donut maker, and then the Sandwich maker. All of that came to an end, when Momma became worse, and the Electrician let me make the change from the working world into Caregiver for Momma.
Now days, I get up, wash my face, brush my teeth and hair and throw on sweats in the winter, or shorts in the summer and my usual mode of shoe attire is flip-flops, or if I absolutely have to, UGG boots.
I entered into a lively discussion with these ladies, because I seriously still have love of shoes, I just don’t have that much opportunity to wear them. When the wedding came about, and I had to “dress up” and wear heels, these ladies showed me pictures of various shoes, and I fell in love with this certain pair.
My only problem, how the heck do you walk in them, much less dance or stay vertical in them? These ladies gave me lessons, and pointers. I practiced faithfully, but somehow, I had some “slippage” going on when I introduced the shoes to panty hose. (I don’t know about y’all, but panty hose suck.) The ladies had me covered though and I sent the Electrician out to get some “heel pads”. Whew success.
I was able to walk like a lady, and dance (a little) and I did not fall over like I thought I would. Plus the shoes added 5 inches to my 4’11” frame. So, while I had them on I was actually 5’4″ TALL!!!.
To tell you the truth though, there is too much oxygen at that level, so I was very happy to take them off and put them back into the shoe box, until the next time I need to “dress up” or maybe just to feel tall…
After travelling all day the day before, and I do mean ALL day, we slept good, and woke up a little bit later than usual. Me? I was still “under the influence” of cold medication.
We got up and met downstairs at the hotel for some breakfast. Then back up to the room to get ready.
Brayden boy stated him and Papa both looked handsome, AND sophisticated, and also like “twins”.
Cam-Man and the Fisher dude were in the wedding and they had already left, because they had to be there early for pictures. The family had to be there at 12;30 for pictures. When we arrived, Cam-Man was pretty happy to see the rest of us.
We were all up at the “main house” , of where the wedding was held “That Pretty Place” which is a Bed and breakfast in Middlebury, Indiana. The place was beautiful. Perfect for a wedding, I will say that. What I will also say, is that while it was a bit chilly and over cast, the skies cooperated and it didn’t rain once. The fact you could see your breath, and I had no coat was another story.
The family was called for the “family pic’s”, and we all went outside. This is one the Electrician took of all the siblings, with the bride and groom.
It was time for the wedding, and after being seated by the Groom, things got underway. We all knew the Bride was arriving when Cam-man did his walk down the aisle, with a sign that stated “Uncle Nate, Here comes your girl”.
The Beautiful bride arrived in a horse-drawn carriage, and then stood outside of these gates, while her voice (which we did not realize until later) sang her soon to be husband a song.
The reception was held in a tent,, and the party was on.
Traditions being upheld……The first one to get married would be the Nursing student (Blondie on the left), the kids did this at her wedding, and it was decided that from now on it would be done at all weddings…. This picture took place just minutes before the Bride and Groom took off, The way they left was pretty cool. Due to it being fall, instead of rice, we all threw leaves at them…
We even managed to get a picture of us, all cleaned up, although the red nose is not so prominent.
By the time it was all over and we had gone back to the hotel, it was time to relax and have a pizza party, although I don’t eat pizza, I got my own little stash of ‘Hot Wings” and bread sticks!!!
I was just given a serious kick in the pants. I was advised by the Electrician that I needed to get off my pity pot, and quit looking at yesterday, and start looking at tomorrow.
While I am sitting and moaning about how bad Momma has progressed, I need to look at today, and cherish it,
Momma is still here, and I need to quit looking at her to die, and just relish every moment I have with her, and starting taking “mind video’s”.
Isn’t that the truth. I have been so caught up with how bad her progression has gotten, that I have somehow managed to lose today.
So, instead of looking at the negative, which is what I have been doing, about all the things she can no longer do, and how her mind is acting lately, and getting upset and depressed. I need to look at the fact, that Momma is here NOW.
So with that being said, I will now find a positive about today.
Momma is awake, and although terrified at her surroundings, because nothing is familiar. She does eventually recognize who we are.
Momma can STILL walk into the front room. The fact that she is still able to walk albeit only in the mornings is a miracle.
The fact that she is still breathing and snoring like crazy and blowing the roof off the house with her snore, well, that is a Blessing too.
The fact that I get to share almost everyday with her, THAT is a Blessing all unto itself.
I’m tired of waiting for the BOOM. I will live the following days, blessing everything, and cherishing every day that I have with this wonderful woman, and when it comes, so be it. I am no longer afraid of it, I’m not going looking for it.
BUT, I am going to live it and cherish each and every moment from this day forward.
Ok, so far this morning,
I have managed to trip on the stairs over the cat.
Spill coffee all over the wall in the above mentioned trip.
Cleaned up spilled coffee.
Tripped over the above mentioned cat, while refilling her water bowl.
Cleaned up the water, at the above mentioned trip.
Grabbed lotion instead of soap, while washing my face this morning.
And the topper……
How the heck do you get toothpaste in your eye?
With all of that being said, I am heading down the road to the Farmer’s with a very “fresh and minty” eye.
Maybe I should crawl back into bed, and start over?
Have you ever had a day, when things go so right you are amazed? Yea, me neither. While I realize that I am in some kinda funk, or whatever, I’ve got to find a way out of it.
I will let y’all in on a little story. Since I usually get sinus infections, ALL the time, and this last one went up into my eye and well…let’s just say it was pretty ugly.
I was advised by several people (including my Mother-out-law), and a Doctor, to invest in something called a Neti-pot. It apparently is little tea-pot I shove up my nose and flush out all the bad stuff. You can pick them up at your local drug store, and yes, Wal-Mart does carry them with Saline solution you are supposed to use.
After researching on-line on how to use them I found this at About.com
A neti pot is a small ceramic or plastic pitcher. It has two openings, one at the top and another in the spout. It is filled with salt water to cleanse your nasal passages. A sinus wash is recommended as part of your daily personal hygiene regimen. Cleansing your sinuses in this manner relieves symptoms associated with colds, flu, sinus infections, nasal dryness, allergies, and other sinus irritations. It also helps reduce swelling of the nasal membranes.
Ok, sounds easy enough huh? I actually saw it being “tested” on The Rachael Ray Talk Show” just last week. Although, they did suggest using it in the shower.
Ok, I’ve had a semi ok day, although I guess it’s not a good sign, when the Farmer get’s a new book in the mail, and he reads me a quote before I am leaving his house.
“When you are at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on” by FDR (Roosevelt).
I believe it kind of resonated with both of us. When I left his house, I went to the Nursing student‘s to drop some stuff off, and the Fisher dude was outside. He and I chatted, and then I went inside, but the Nursing student was taking a nap, along with Cam-Man. So, I went back outside and talked to the Fisher dude for a bit. I told the quote to the Fisher dude, and I guess he kind of liked it.
By the time I had gotten home, he had posted it on his Facebook page, although he had altered it. When I saw it, I started laughing, and then proceeded to ask him, if he knew where the quote came from. He replied with, “Your Dad huh?” After giggling for a few minutes, I told him, who actually quoted it.
But I digress. When I went into take my shower this evening, I decided to give this thing a try. I thought I had followed all the instructions clearly.
Obviously this thing is NOT made for ME, because I proceeded to think I was drowning, coughing, and just utterly not enjoying the experience. Maybe I wasn’t doing it right. So, I tried it again, all the while in my head, I’m singing “I’m a little teapot, short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout, when you tip me over”, I GAG, COUGH, and then there is a flood of stuff that there is no description for.
Hey, maybe I do have the hang of this thing, let’s try it again. Nope, I dropped that sucker and started flapping around because I thought I was drowning.
Meanwhile, the Electrician is getting worried about the noise coming out of the bathroom, and comes in to check on me. Do you know how hard it is to recover from the drowning experience and look normal when someone shoves the shower curtain aside and peers their face in and asks “Are you ok?”. “Yea, it’s just hot in here”. He looked at me and then just shook his head and left.
THAT was my experience with the Neti pot, I may or may not get the hang of it, but next time I use it, I think I will pull the radio in the bathroom to cover the noise.